Little did I know it thennThe pictures on the heads of pinsn‘Be easier than living isnEasier to watch you diennLost what little luck was leftnIt’s not enough to pay the rentnNot enough to force repentancenNot enough to make you praynnAnd don’t tell me ‘bout the sins of mannI’ve felt the sting of God’s right handnnI find him after school in bednAnd don’t know if he’s drunk or deadnA slow but steady breath meansnLive to wreck another daynnIt’s terrible to cross my mindnThat I should do him in this timenAnd I could find a better lifenBecome a burden on the statennYou can’t run when it’s all you knownYou’ll just have to wait to gonnAnd you can’t hurt me ‘cause I’ve been truenYour horrid life caught up to younnBut I got bruises that you can’t seenIf there’s a god, take him from me.